[00:00.000] 作词 : La Cracka
[00:00.840] 作曲 : La Cracka
[00:01.680][Hook: Kshordy]
[00:16.263]How the **** niggas want beef, but they ass won't drop the lo? (Cuz they ass be scary)
[00:19.960]How he gon' call me a ho? I'm the reason they popped his bro (Got his dumbass buried)
[00:22.719]Why the **** Dot make a diss like nobody got dropped before? (Tellin' lies like fairies)
[00:25.717]I ain't tryna talk 'bout shit, imma aim, c**k back, and blow (Boy, I'm livin' like Larry)
[00:28.747]Scorin' touchdowns like Barry, mama first son like Mary
[00:31.018]All the opps they scary, never wanna come outside, shit, prolly cuz they know what I carry
[00:34.029]New Glock, we married, we're Agent P like Perry, and that boy sweet like cherry
[00:36.782]He move like Gary, ****boy runnin' too slow, left his p***y ass bloody like Mary
[00:38.845][Verse 1: Kshordy]
[00:40.097]Niggas know what I do, better get low when I shoot, hop out it's just me and you
[00:42.891]Now what he gon' do? Prolly just run like the rest, he next, he done tripped on his shoe
[00:45.899]Let 'em know I'm the truth, opps wanna cap on my name like Shordy don't be out the roof
[00:48.975]I'm chasin' that loot, next nigga speak on my gang gon' be the one under my shoe
[00:50.469][Verse 2: JakeJhit]
[00:51.998]When I come in the booth, every day I'm spittin' the truth, the opps, they know what I do
[00:55.063]Them niggas be cap, just wanna lie in they raps, ain't trappin', ain't gettin' no loot
[00:58.067]Get low when we shoot, know we be aimin' for head, them niggas be aimin' for boots
[01:00.828]I'm aimin' for roots, know that I'm [?] ties and suits
[01:04.138]Bullets hot like soup, know that I'm givin' out plenty if a nigga diss the gang
[01:06.891]I ain't switchin' on my niggas and I know they doin' the same
[01:09.913]Niggas dissin' for some clout, tryna get theyself a name
[01:12.923]Until I pull up with that Drac' and hit his ass, it make him sing
[01:14.992][Hook: Kshordy]
[01:16.688]How the **** niggas want beef, but they ass won't drop the lo? (Cuz they ass be scary)
[01:19.699]How he gon' call me a ho? I'm the reason they popped his bro (Got his dumbass buried)
[01:22.695]Why the **** Dot make a diss like nobody got dropped before? (Tellin' lies like fairies)
[01:26.070]I ain't tryna talk 'bout shit, imma aim, c**k back, and blow (Boy, I'm livin' like Larry)
[01:28.825]Scorin' touchdowns like Barry, mama first son like Mary
[01:31.075]All the opps they scary, never wanna come outside, shit, prolly cuz they know what I carry
[01:34.077]New Glock, we married, we're Agent P like Perry, and that boy sweet like cherry
[01:37.082]He move like Gary, ****boy runnin' too slow, left his p***y ass bloody like Mary
[01:40.082][Verse 3: La Cracka]
[01:40.334]Niggas be fast, might as well call they ass Flash, mama should've named that boy Barry
[01:43.088]Shootin' like Allen, niggas doin' all that cappin', why you think they end up in the 'tary?
[01:46.086]Boy this ain't no semi, passin' out shots like it [?], this a Hellcat, b***h, not a HEMI
[01:49.088]Niggas be willin', tellin' 'bout every-damn-thing, **** nigga, we grown, we ain't children
[01:52.092]You niggas be trippin', on the 'net talkin' 'bout shit, knowin' damn well, bro, you a b***h
[01:55.102]Most of y'all snitch, I can't even beef with them folk, Ion' wanna have chains on my wrists
[01:58.098]Sayin' use my fists? Nigga, what the **** I look like? It's 2021, imma blick
[02:01.351]Better keep you a stick, speakin' on Petey, nigga, that's the quickest way you can make that list

作词 : La Cracka
作曲 : La Cracka
How the **** niggas want beef, but they ass won't drop the lo? (Cuz they ass be scary)
How he gon' call me a ho? I'm the reason they popped his bro (Got his dumbass buried)
Why the **** Dot make a diss like nobody got dropped before? (Tellin' lies like fairies)
I ain't tryna talk 'bout shit, imma aim, c**k back, and blow (Boy, I'm livin' like Larry)
Scorin' touchdowns like Barry, mama first son like Mary
All the opps they scary, never wanna come outside, shit, prolly cuz they know what I carry
New Glock, we married, we're Agent P like Perry, and that boy sweet like cherry
He move like Gary, ****boy runnin' too slow, left his p***y ass bloody like Mary
Niggas know what I do, better get low when I shoot, hop out it's just me and you
Now what he gon' do? Prolly just run like the rest, he next, he done tripped on his shoe
Let 'em know I'm the truth, opps wanna cap on my name like Shordy don't be out the roof
I'm chasin' that loot, next nigga speak on my gang gon' be the one under my shoe
When I come in the booth, every day I'm spittin' the truth, the opps, they know what I do
Them niggas be cap, just wanna lie in they raps, ain't trappin', ain't gettin' no loot
Get low when we shoot, know we be aimin' for head, them niggas be aimin' for boots
I'm aimin' for roots, know that I'm ties and suits
Bullets hot like soup, know that I'm givin' out plenty if a nigga diss the gang
I ain't switchin' on my niggas and I know they doin' the same
Niggas dissin' for some clout, tryna get theyself a name
Until I pull up with that Drac' and hit his ass, it make him sing
How the **** niggas want beef, but they ass won't drop the lo? (Cuz they ass be scary)
How he gon' call me a ho? I'm the reason they popped his bro (Got his dumbass buried)
Why the **** Dot make a diss like nobody got dropped before? (Tellin' lies like fairies)
I ain't tryna talk 'bout shit, imma aim, c**k back, and blow (Boy, I'm livin' like Larry)
Scorin' touchdowns like Barry, mama first son like Mary
All the opps they scary, never wanna come outside, shit, prolly cuz they know what I carry
New Glock, we married, we're Agent P like Perry, and that boy sweet like cherry
He move like Gary, ****boy runnin' too slow, left his p***y ass bloody like Mary
Niggas be fast, might as well call they ass Flash, mama should've named that boy Barry
Shootin' like Allen, niggas doin' all that cappin', why you think they end up in the 'tary?
Boy this ain't no semi, passin' out shots like it , this a Hellcat, b***h, not a HEMI
Niggas be willin', tellin' 'bout every-damn-thing, **** nigga, we grown, we ain't children
You niggas be trippin', on the 'net talkin' 'bout shit, knowin' damn well, bro, you a b***h
Most of y'all snitch, I can't even beef with them folk, Ion' wanna have chains on my wrists
Sayin' use my fists? Nigga, what the **** I look like? It's 2021, imma blick
Better keep you a stick, speakin' on Petey, nigga, that's the quickest way you can make that list